INTERPRET IT
Sinclair
Lewis Interpretive Center is Closed (exit sign at Sauk Rapids, guess I am on
I-94 one too many times)
The remaining leaf
stood watch over the field
Welcomed Monarchs
Veined ochre burned
sienna lines
Teased the leaf
Stuck in that rural
exit,
Dirt and housing
all mundane.
How could its veins
now withered
Only crumbs of dust
remained
Bring truth through
fiction so displayed.
The leaf clung to a
stem
Waiting for a
flurry of leaves that might
Chatter
Like Monarchs
flutter
Danced and fled
While lines from
dust remained
A Nobel truth
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